#how many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb
‘I can’t wait for you to tell me funny feminist things while kneeling in front of me and I slap you after each one.’
I went cold. How could Daddy say that… he knows how strongly I believe in the feminist cause, in how we still have to fight for what we deserve. He knows how deep it runs and how I have no qualms with reconciling feminism with my submission.
‘Daddy… the other day when you were teaching me and you said that what I said was dumb… something happened… I got all, you know, Igotreallywet. …why??’
‘Because you’re a strong independent woman… haha’
'Daddy?! Wha… you didn't…’
‘I made a funny joke.’
'Daddy… my poor feminist ego’
‘I have plans for your feminist ego.’
I couldn’t understand what was happening. I hadn’t been this wet in so so long. Which really is saying something. I could barely string two words together. I was beyond flustered and turned on.
‘Here’s what we’re going to do. You kneel in front of me with that plug in your ass. You tell me a funny feminist thing and I’ll slap you after each one. I might do something nice for you while I wait for you to stop crying and get back up. I might rub your cunt with the toe of my shoe.’
'Daddy… but tha-’
‘But you will tell me those jokes with a slight modification. You can tell me some more silly feminist things about women being smart equal etc, pick yourself up off the floor, then say ‘except that they’re dumb cunts.’ Understand?’
'You’ve never… that… I ca-’
‘For example, ‘women are every bit as smart as men…’ *smack* some crying, ‘…except that they’re dumb cunts.’ And then I’ll let you cum while you tell me that women are just worthless pieces of meat when they don’t have a cock in them.’
I could not process what was happening. Daddy was always telling me how proud of me he was, how my submission is strength, that it’s powerful, that Dominance and submission are the opposite sides of the same coin. I wanted to be upset, wanted to feel betrayed and outraged… but I could not deny the humiliating wetness between my legs and the burning desire to play with myself. At this point, I was barely forming coherent thoughts and managed to tell him so….
‘haha, you’re cute, thinking you have something worthwhile to say when we talk about other things.’
‘My cunt is throbbing… like actually. I don’t understand.’
‘You’ve spent so much of your life as a worthless empty cunt, not being used for the purpose you were created for. But we are fixing that problem. Tell me some funny feminist jokes, cunt. Now.’
It took me a long time to bring myself to say it. I felt like I was betraying, not just women, but myself. I was selling out on what I am, what I stand for.
It took me all night to realise something… that what I am is an owned little cunt who exists solely to please her owner.
‘You will send me funny jokes all day as I work, slut. I will be very displeased if you fail. I will train you. Like a dog who is taught to fetch the newspaper. Do you understand or do I need to use smaller words?’
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It is good that women have the right to vote in developed countries… except they’re dumb cunts.
Women deserve to express their sexuality freely and without fear… except they’re dumb cunts.
Women are every bit as smart as men… except they’re dumb cunts.
The real problem with the world is that there are women who actually believe the stupid shit I’ve been saying.
Daddy still makes me tell him funny feminist jokes sometimes, when he feels like it. It still makes me all tingly.
